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Hy voice my dear jewel the winds have wat to me, Tho' now at great ditance at this time we be, But yet I hope oon that time will retore me, When happy we'll be on the banks of the Dee. Thy purling clear treams, thou weet running river, Where I and my Jean will be happy for ever, It was the firt pot where he gained the favour, And call'd me her lover and pride of the Dee.